How have you been spending your twenties?

On a total whim, I decided to head over to Dubai for a 1 day shopping spree. On the plane I was seated next to a very attractive stylish young European looking lady. She had the figure of a model: tall, stick thin, and curvy at the same time. She gracefully moved her giant bottega bag to make way for me, gently plopped her Dior sunglasses on top of her head, and then flashed me a genuine innocent smile that made me think she was an angel. There was something curiously beautiful about her; her air, her aura, her style or maybe just her innocent child like smile. As I got to talk to her I learned that she works for a high end consulting firm in Kuwait, was also heading to Dubai for the shopping, and that she is half Bulgarian half Russian. I asked how come she spoke english with a perfect american accent, and it turns out she graduated from Princeton.
So we continued talking and she is a truly fascinating, highly accomplished and egregious girl. She seemed innately curious about everything. She asked me questions about Kuwaiti society, politics, history, cultural norms and how come I was so 'westernised'.
At the luggage belt in Dubai airport we exchanged phone numbers with promises to meet up in Kuwait and even go to Croatia together in the summer (!)...Then she suddenly divulged that the real reason she is in Dubai was to go on a date.
CD: wow! Must be a real catch, huh?
Her: Well, he's a really good looking Italian guy, I met him at a conference.
CD: Cool....so anyway, where are you staying?
Her: (very matter of factly) Well, if the date goes well, I'll stay at his place. If not, I'll check in the Shangri La.
CD: Oh....ok. But, this is the first date, isn't it?
Her: (her eyes slightly more sinister) Honey, I don't know about you, but I haven't seen any tall, good looking guys in Kuwait. This means I haven't had sex. . For three months. Definitely not how I intend to spend my twenties!

I blinked in horror. Yes. I was caught off guard. Something about her last statement that awakened a repressed realization on my part, accompanied by mild envy. I began comparing how I'm spending my celibate twenties to her rather 'eventful' attempt. Here I thought I was fabulous for going to Dubai on a shopping trip; homegirl was going to Dubai for a steamy tryst with a hot Italian.
Our lives seemed so similar, but they are essentially on fundamentally different planes.

So, how have you been spending your twenties?